"Mom, good morning."
Ye Jiaren smiled gently and gracefully walked in.
Ye Siyuan put down his phone, examined Ye Jiaren, and revealed a calm smile, "Why are you here so early?"
Ye Jiaren sat down next to Ye Siyuan, "I came to accompany Mom for breakfast. I've been busy with competitions recently and haven't had a proper meal with Mom. But now, my competition is over, and I finally have time to have a nice meal with Mom."
"You are such a thoughtful child. Does the injury still hurt?" Ye Siyuan looked at Ye Jiaren with concern.
Ye Jiaren shook her head, "It's much better now, though it does hurt sometimes, but I just endure it and it passes."
Ye Siyuan nodded, "You've suffered, child. What would you like to eat? I'll have the kitchen prepare it."
Ye Jiaren, without hesitation, said, "I want noodles, Three Delicacies Noodles."
